“Old, cute, chick who fried a few million too many neurons while experimenting with Nirvana. I hope it felt good.”
God, that’s a superlative declarative sentence. I want you on our side when the next great American novel is written to crush leftist scum. How many cups of coffee do you need? (We can work on your excessive use of commas)
You are either very kind or absolutely brutal, Sarge. Either way, I’m glad we’re on the same side.
Thanks for the good word (or the swift kick, or both).